User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20140623163453/@comment-25220117-20140723175616

''The searat wiped his mouth once he was done, straightening back up with some difficulty. Spotting the two otters waiting upon the beach, he drops down into a crouch, slipping into some blood-flecked saltgrass as his thin, soft-pink ears listened intently. He drew a dagger from his belt, his breath coming and leaving his bony chest slowly, softly.''